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Pancakes

I woke up after the first night at your place.

It takes me a while to realize where I am.

I splash my face with water to wake up.

It’s funny I can never sleep well in a new place.

Something about the different noises or the lack of safety.

But I never feel unsafe in your arms

which is why I’m wide awake.

I see you struggling to

make pancakes.

Batter flying everywhere and a tornado of ingredients all over the countertop

I smile and know I am home.

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